The Castaway and the Scribe
Silent in a sturdy mountain shelter, she scribed
About the castaway who lived in her mind
Worn rebel looks, tall and slender
Flaxen hair, blue jeans and leather
Sunburned by life's storms, weathered
One golden day his soft blue eyes found a life renewed
Instant passion stirred, woes of a battered past blurred
Until reckless fate crashed the still ocean breeze
And threw him away into turbulant seas
Now cast aside on different paths
In silence, she scribes at the hourglass
While counting each grain of sand
She longs to sleep, marooned
On his eternal island
Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013
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